It was bound to happen

I've been saying for the last 2 months that I was surprised to even find out I'm pregnant since I haven't been sick once. A little too braggadocios? Perhaps.

Today after work as I walked down 7th Ave I hurled into a municipal trash can. It came out of the blue and it was spectacular.

I've never been a neat puker. I make noise, it comes out my nose, I inevitably cry. Every. Single. Time.

A man who looked to be about 70 offered me his cloth handkerchief and wouldn't take no for an answer. He put his hand on my back and made sure I was steady while I wiped my mouth and blew my nose. When I had cleaned myself up as best I could I looked at him with apparent despair. He said calmly, "Just toss that, honey. I've got more at home." He asked me if I would be alright and I mumbled something about thinking I'd be OK and that morning sickness is a misleading name. He smiled wide, nodded his head knowingly, patted my back, and told me to "get you both home safe".

It was that single act of extreme kindness from a complete stranger that made this a beautiful day. And people say New Yorkers are cold and soulless.